Octopus by Magali Roman
Fiction | In Paris, every advertisement is a painting. The city is wallpapered with them: vibrant, colorful posters that grow like moss on every surface. […]
Category: Fiction
Okay by Dawn Taggett-Burton
Fiction | Dear Sleuth Readers: The following content is an excerpt from a letter currently on display in the National Museum of Tourism and Immigration. […]
Hope Is For The Unprepared (Or Me) by Rémy Ngamije
Fiction | “Love has no exit interviews,” I say. “Closure is the poor man’s time travelling.” My voice is cold over the phone. I tell myself the situation calls for it; I’m speaking to my ex-girlfriend, after all. […]
By the River by Noah Singh-Harris
Fiction | It often feels like there’s nothing left to say. Let me clarify: there’s nothing peaceful left to say. […]
Regeneration by Kit Jenkin
Fiction | I remember Calvin and Darwin being spoken of with the same tongue, seeing our King James Bible beside A Brief History of Time, and the theory of relativity being used to prove the immanence of the divine. […]
The Ocean Guiding Your Body by Noah Singh-Harris
Fiction | Who are you? A combination of thoughts? […]
Glendalough by Anna Loughran
Chrissy stopped in her tracks and turned to Helen in excitement. “Look, Mum,” she said. “Look at the sparkle in the water. It’s gold, I swear. I’m going to be rolling in it, just you wait!” […]
The Firebird in Bangkok by Pim Wangtechawat
There was a firebird in Bangkok, two days after Valentine’s Day. The first sighting of the bird was at 4:57 pm: a woman selling fake iPhone cases on the street near the Tesco Lotus at On Nut called 191 and reported that she had seen wings in the sky, just above the Skytrain – wings bright red and orange and crackling with fire. […]
The Strange Case of Renfeld by Oliver Cook
Over in the eastern sky, the large yellow disk of the sun was making an appearance. A gleam of light shone through the narrow gap of the olive-coloured curtains at No. 47, a modest house in typical suburban Surrey, a place where the same events occur each day and change is unwelcome. […]
The Journey by Natalie Nera
Smoke obscured the view for a moment as Oksana searched for a sign. She squinted but there was no platform, only the wide blurred plain, covered in mist. This was nobody’s stop. […]
